We salvage what we can
from the tight opinionated vendettas
that are left on the roadside
of our car crash love affairs
We collide in darkness
drive off the jetty
into seas of jealousy
We spin round jeered on by
the on coming traffic
held to ransom
by the mechanics of love.
At the lovers rendezvous
we hold to the meanings
we've cunningly manufactured
settling for the unsettling situation
Every day the love fatigue
searches you out
like a dentist drill
the taut nerve endings
creating weird coastlines
where sultry winds
blow the bed clothes
from the geometry of our shape
you lie beside me
and I try desperately to unravel
the fabric of your sleep
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